Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.